Over The World, Beyond Heaven

The next morning...

After the chaos was over, Zheng-Fu spent the whole day resting until the next morning. Then he went downstairs to have a meal.

"Master, please follow me to your table, sir!"

The waiter, whom the tavern owner had ordered to prepare their most special food for Zheng-Fu, greeted him at the foot of the stairs politely and respectfully, before inviting him to the table that had been prepared.

"Thank you very much, but you don't have to do this. I'm just a guest. You can treat me like any other guest!" At first, Zheng-Fu felt he was nice, but after that young man welcomed him, he felt like he had a headache. Because being treated so special above everyone else like this would probably bring trouble to him soon.

"I can't do that, sir! This is Boss's order. I can't refuse it. I hope Master will take pity on me!" However, the waiter could not do as Zheng-Fu asked. Because if he did not follow the order, he might be punished by the tavern owner.

Sigh!

"Then take me to the dining table, and you can continue with your work!" Zheng-Fu shook his head and let out a long sigh helplessly before letting the waiter do his job.

Yes, sir!

"Where did that big shot come from?"

"I don't know, but I heard that a few days ago, he was taken away by special unit officers, but he came back unharmed."

Hah!?

"Something like that happened? How come I don't know about this?"

"You're too busy being obsessed with women, so you don't know about this!"

You!

As time passed, more and more people talked about Zheng-Fu. However, the stories kept changing. Some said that Zheng-Fu was a powerful person in disguise, while others said that he was a city officer putting on a show to attract attention. However, none of those stories were true.

Apart from the people in the tavern, two middle-aged men were also keeping an eye on Zheng-Fu from outside. They appeared to be advanced-stage cultivators from some big clan because they had their clan badges hanging from their waists.

"Do you think that kid is from Division Head Ma?" One of the two middle-aged men said with a puzzled look.

"I don't know either, but Master ordered us to keep an eye on this kid. If anything happens, we just go back and report to Master." The other man replied with a serious face. He did not care if Zheng-Fu had any connection to Ma-Yuan-Tian because his job was to gather this young man's data.

Umm…

"You're always so serious. Relax a bit! How about this? When we finish this mission, I'll take you to Heavenly Clouds Hall so that you can relax and not have such a stressed face all the time!"

"I don't want it. I just want to work for Master honestly. Now… Hah!"

However, the second middle-aged man's face suddenly changed because when he turned to look at Zheng-Fu, his eyes met the latter, and the young man also smiled at him.

"What happened?!"

"Impossible! How could that kid sense my presence?" He did not answer his comrade but exclaimed in disbelief at what had just happened.

"What?! What are you talking about? Do you mean that the young man senses our presence?" The first man was puzzled and surprised. It was rare for his comrade to have such a shocked expression. That showed that his comrade was definitely not joking.

"I'm not sure. But just now, the kid turned around and smiled at me as if he knew I was here before he turned back to continue eating and drinking," the second middle-aged man said seriously. He was sure that he had not seen wrongly.

"Are you sure? With that young man's energy level, he can't sense our presence. Unless he's a Genuine Deity Stage cultivator or above. But from what I can tell, he's only at the Deity Soul Stage."

It was not that the first middle-aged man did not believe his comrade, but it was very unlikely for someone with lower energy levels to sense the concealment of someone with higher levels.

"Never mind, if you don't believe me. But I'm sure I'm not imagining it. I can guarantee it!"

Umm...

The two continued to watch Zheng-Fu without blinking. As for Zheng-Fu, after drinking and eating all the food, he left the tavern and went to the area where many people were walking around, like the market and trade zone of the city.

"Come and take a look! Beautiful gems and diamonds!"

"If you want to raise monster beasts, come this way. We have Golden Lizard, Three-legged Chicken, Diamond Fur Cat, and many more for you to choose from!"

"Younger Brother, are you interested in Deity Soul Martial Skill? I have one in my shop. I can assure you that it's not expensive and it's worth practicing!"

"Hey, Younger Brother, come to my shop. I have many high-level weapons and armor. You'll need them to explore the outside world!"

When Zheng-Fu arrived at the market and trade zone of the city, he was immediately met with the shouts of merchants calling for customers. The goods sold there were either common items that could be easily found or imitations. And of course, Zheng-Fu was able to distinguish them.

Hey!

"It's just an ordinary stone, why are you selling it so expensively, Old Man?! At most, it's just for decoration. The most I can give you is a thousand Eternal Coins. If you don't agree, I believe no one will buy this stupid stone of yours!"

"I have already told you, its price is a hundred thousand Eternal Coins. If you don't buy it, then go away!"

You!

"Good! Good! Good! I'm not buying it. But I'd like to announce here that if anyone dares to buy anything from this old man's shop, that person will become an enemy of my Mou Clan. I, Mou-Ren-Yang, will never go back on my words!"

Hah!?

"That old man is in trouble for having a problem with Young Master Mou!"

"That's right! If it were someone else, it would be fine, but Young Master Mou-Ren-Yang is a person who bites and won't let go if he doesn't get what he wants."

"Are you talking about a person or a dog? By the way, what's so special about that stone that Young Master Mou is interested in?"

"That stone isn't special at all. It's just that the young woman wanted it, so Mou-Ren-Yang wanted to show off by buying it for her. But you also know he's someone who likes to haggle, that's why things turned out this way."

Umm!

The argument between a sly-looking young man and a shabby-dressed elder who had set up a stall on the side of the road had attracted much attention.

Many criticisms rang out not far from where Zheng-Fu was walking. The person who caused the incident, like Mou-Ren-Yang, was the Third Young Master of the Mou Clan, which was one of the six major clans.

Hearing those voices, Zheng-Fu broke his way through the crowd to see what was happening before his eyes widened when he caught sight of the ordinary stone that the young man had just placed back on the elder's stall.

'That's the Medal of Copying!'

Others might see it as just an ordinary stone with a beautiful shape without any energy emitting from it, but Zheng-Fu could see the object inside the stone. He already had one such item with him. It was the Medal of Copying that could be used to copy any object or living being once, regardless of what that object was.

'I must buy it!'

Of course, Zheng-Fu would not let go of that magic treasure, the Medal of Copying. Even though he did not know if its properties were the same as the (used) Medal of Copying that he had, he had to buy it.

Thump!

"Master Elder, how much is this stone?"

Hah!?

While everyone was paying attention to Mou-Ren-Yang's words, Zheng-Fu walked through the crowd and went straight to the elder's stall. He picked up the stone that the young man had just put down and asked the price, completely ignoring Mou-Ren-Yang's announcement.

"Hey! Didn't you hear what I just said?!"

Mou-Ren-Yang frowned deeply and stared at Zheng-Fu, asking in a displeased tone. Because Zheng-Fu's actions were clearly a slap in his face.

"What did you just say? I just happened to pass by and saw that this stone looked interesting, so I'll buy it," Zheng-Fu shrugged, pretending to be completely ignorant and looking at the young man indifferently. Before he turned to the elder and asked again, "How much, Master Elder?"

"One hundred thousand Eternal Coins, no discount, no bargaining!" The elder quickly told Zheng-Fu the price. He did not care what others thought either. He was feeling dissatisfied with Mou-Ren-Yang. And if he had not been injured internally, the elder would have dealt with the young man and fled.

"All right! Here is your hundred thousand Eternal Coins!"

Zheng-Fu nodded and immediately handed the cloth bag containing one hundred thousand Eternal Coins to the elder. To Zheng-Fu, this amount of money was nothing compared to the treasure hidden inside the seemingly ordinary but extraordinary stone.

Good!

"This stone is yours, thank you very much!" The elder smiled in satisfaction as soon as Zheng-Fu agreed to trade with him, ignoring the young man who had just made a big show of himself. He quickly took the money from Zheng-Fu and put it into his dimensional ring as if he were afraid that someone would snatch it away.

You guys!

"Don't you guys care about saving my face? Don't you know Mou Clan!?" The young man blushed and was outraged because Zheng-Fu and the elder acted as if he did not exist.

Saving your face?!

"Why should I save your face?! This is a trading zone, a place for people to trade things, not for praising or saving anyone's face. Everything depends on money. Whoever has more money gets the stuff!" Zheng-Fu hated people like Mou-Ren-Yang the most. Even though he knew that the Mou Clan was one of the major clans of that city and had many great skilled martial masters, he believed that those people would not move because of this young man. If Zheng-Fu did not do anything excessive, like killing or maiming him.

You!

Good! Good! Very good!

"Since you dare to make me lose face, then prepare to become an enemy of the Mou Clan. From now on, I hope you can live happily in this city!" The young man did not make a move at that time because the rules of the trade zone were very strict. If there was a fight without permission, even the Mou Clan would not be able to help him. Because that rule was jointly established by the six major clans.